Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.